Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.